The Shrine of Justice, located a short distance to the northeast of
the rangers city of Yew, was the target of an awesome sight today ; a contingent of
men and women of all draws of life, each carrying a crook, wearing a humble robe, with the
most secure of looks in their eyes. Two particular individuals stood out in this crowd :
the first, a hooded man whos robe was lined with gold, and whos color matched
that of the forest around him. The other, a man sitting high on horseback, donning the
finest of golden chainmail. A packhorse followed happily a few yards behind him.

It was an amazing thing to behold, one farmer from Yew
said. All them in those funny robes of theirs. I sure hope theys made it.
The pilgrimage, which started from Zemaj Taldors shop in Skara Brae, consisted of
the carrying of a magnificent weapon to the Shrine of Justice, where it was to be blessed,
and left there for all to gaze upon. This weapon, named The Golden Sword of Justice,
still lays there now. At the shop, the hooded figure showed the sword to all, before
placing the weapon into the afore-mentioned packhorse, and stating that the journey shall
begin.

Sir Troyan, the man whom wore the chainmail of gold, was to be the
one performing the ceremony of blessing. He, the last of a long line of Justice-followers,
was known to be the most dedicated follower of Justice in Britannia. Many hardships faced
this loyal crowd en route to the Shrine ; several small armies of orcs appeared from their
hoves to strike at the crusaders, who fought bravely, and moved on with ease. Murderers
appeared at a point during the adventure, and true Justice was delivered to those who
dared attack. A herd of cows made their way across the road at the mid-way point, followed
by a small group of mongbats, which the lesser warriors struck down with ease.

The cows were the funniest part, one warrior said.
They came out of nowhere, and a few people just laughed, then we moved on.
Finally, the crusaders arrived at the Shrine. The ceremony began after a short interlude
by Sir Troyan. The adventurers chanted the mantra of the Shrine ; Beh. Suddenly, a
creature whos existance was thought to be only legend appeared : The Crying One, a
huge plant-like creature. It rained destruction from its vile branches, but it was
defeated without fatality by the loyal followers of Sir Troyan.

Following the defeat of the Crying One, the Shrine lit up with the
glory of the appearance of an angelThe Angel of Justice, the ghost of Sir Troyans
oldest ancestor. She appeared, in her magnificent beauty, and thanked those present for
defeating the fiend and putting her soul to rest. Much fame was recieved by those who
assisted by the Angel of Justice, and a ring was given to Sir Troyan, which he wears
happily to this day.

It represents my ancestors fallen, Sir Troyan claims.
Its a part of my heritage, and Ill treasure it always. The Angel
disappeared shortly therafter, and the crowd returned to their homes, content in the
knowledge that they had just aided in one of the most prominent adventures in Britannia to
this day.

From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima
Online, Wednesday, May 5th 1999